• I lie in this bed thinking what to write,
    tired and exhausted thinking I should just turn out the light.
    But instead I sit up and start to write,
    This is what happens to me almost every night.
    I think about someone almost all the time,
    I think about her more than I think about this rime.
    I care about her you know its true,
    Just as true as my room is painted blue.
    She says she dosen't like me the same way I do,
    But I think its because shes afraid of the bond of two.
    I stopped talking to her for some time,
    but hey thats no crime.
    It was my decision. I made up my mind,
    But I have to admit she was a really rare find.